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RORY: Hmm, looks like Nicole's got a little Lindsay attitude going.

CHIEF BAKER: Ma'am, I'm Chief Baker.
LORELAI: Oh, I'm sorry I jumped on ya.
CHIEF BAKER: That's okay. The good news is that this is almost out. The structure's stable, and you're probably gonna be able to get back in in about twenty-four hours.
LORELAI: Excellent. Twenty-four hours, structure's stable, thank you.

LORELAI: Hi everybody. Good morning, and uh� whoa, talk about your change of plans here. Unfortunately, you, uh, can't get your stuff out for at least a day. However, if you wanna get home immediately, we will check planes, trains, whatever you need. We will send your stuff to you later as soon as we get it. But if you can't get home yet, we will provide everything short of anything illegal, and that's gonna start with the best breakfast of your lives.

LORELAI: We had a fire.
RORY:  I know.

JESS: What caused it?
RORY: They're not sure. Something electrical, probably.

LUKE: I'm fine with the couch. You're the one that's exhausted.
LORELAI: You know, I'm actually not.
LUKE:  Really?
LORELAI: I'm, like, strangely exhilarated. I mean, as awful as what happened today was, I'm happy with how I handled it. You know, you never know how you're gonna react in situations like this until something happens and I think I did pretty well.
LUKE: Yeah, I do, too.

LORELAI: Well, you have nothing to hide here. You just took in a refugee.
LUKE:  I know there's nothing to hide. It's just that� you've kinda become a�
LORELAI: Become what?
LUKE:  A sore point with me and Nicole.

LORELAI:  Ooh, wow, total d�j� vu.
LUKE: Really?
LORELAI: It's the alarm clock.  I had a dream once that you set eighteen alarm clocks to get me up, which is not a bad way to get me up.
LUKE: Where were we?
LORELAI: We were, um, at my house. I got up, I went downstairs for coffee, and you talked to my stomach.
LUKE: Why on earth I do that?
LORELAI: Well, because I was pregnant. Twins.
LUKE: Mine?
LORELAI: What am I, dream tramp? Of course yours.
LUKE:  We were married?
LORELAI: Um, yeah. Did I not mention that?
LUKE: No. You know, you shouldn't drink coffee when you're pregnant.
LORELAI: Uh, true.
LUKE: It's probably why Rory's a caffeine addict.
LORELAI: Right, you're right.
LUKE: Dream go beyond that?
LORELAI: No. Um, you talked to my stomach and then you kis� well, no.
LUKE: Oh, okay. Well� night.
LORELAI: Yeah, night.
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